To Bognor Regis turn my lonely hours .
Is there a magpie to share a cuppa ?
I only have the confidence of the tide
waiting for some daring ladies ...
In Bognor Regis the life stops
at three cafés and a polish grocery store.
Lost port where no ships ever docks .
I sometime meet the captain of the Britannia
pulling on his tamarind pipe .
\'\' You will be a man my son ! \'\'
Meditate on this august imperial ghost .
So long your royal highness !
The old lady chooses the open sea ...
Tonight Manchester plays Crystal palace .
Often contemplating the grey waters
and waiting for the wave
that will carry me to America ,
but it always too late or a bit early
there\'s no escaping the magic of boredom...
It also happens that we die
of too long a life at Bognor Regis ...
Following the rainy procession
Crystal palace in shambles ...
Tomorrow morning ,tasting my earl gray
I would question the clouds in search of legends
running far out over the irish sea ...
I\'m looking for love in Bognor Regis
but it makes the seagulls laugh ...